There has been more than a little success this week with Miss2 managing to make it to the toilet several times to do wee and even achieve splashdown a couple of times.
Yesterday, Miss2 raced to the bathroom yelling, "I do snake!"
"You do what?" Tracey wanted to know, trying to work out what toilet function rhymes with snake.
"Snake. Snake. I do snake," repeated Miss2. And sure enough, she did: pointing at the long, snake-like thing she'd cleverly produced which was floating in the bowl.
But the moment we realized that was definitely light we could see at the end of the tunnel and not just an oncoming train was when Miss2 slept through the night with no nappy and no accidents.
Not that we meant to put her to bed with no nappy. And by 'we' I, of course, mean 'I'.
Tracey was at work so I was in charge. The kids having been fed and bathed I settled in to catch up on my Facebooking and emails while they watched a movie in the next room. Only Miss2 wasn't watching TV, was she. She'd tottered off to bed with a bear and a book and fallen asleep.
"Cool," I said (very quietly) when I spotted her, not for a moment thinking to check she still had that nappy on (which she couldn't possibly because I didn't put one on her after her bath).
But she still seems to be having some confusion regarding basic anatomy.
This morning she barged into the bathroom while I was clearing some space for my morning coffee. After a pause while she summed up the situation she pointed at my tackle and asked, "What you call your tail?"
"A doodle," I told her.
"Why I got no tail?" she wanted to know.
"Cause you're a girl," I told her. "Like Mummy."
She left still frowning, but I think she's starting to get it. I'm just glad I don't call it a snake - that would really confuse her.